"Damn it!"
Zhao Wuji's roar made the entire arena tremble, but there was clearly a broken tone in the voice.
Faced with Fang Xuan's rogue style of fighting, his fists clenched and his knuckles turned white.
This was even more frustrating than when he faced Hidden Weapon from Tang San - Hidden Weapon had some traces to follow, but the kid in front of him simply carved the word "shameless" into Soul Skill.
Compared with his frustration, the eyes of everyone on the sidelines almost popped out of his head.
"Damn it! What kind of fighting method is this?" Someone's voice cracked, "Didn't you say that the clone Soul Skill consumes a huge amount of Soul Power? Why is it like he opened Infinite Blue, without breathing at all!"
"Not human! Absolutely not human!" Another person shook his head wildly.
"This is not a one-on-one duel, it is clearly a one-sided group fight! No wonder Soul King dares to fight Battle Soul Saint with his strength. I finally understand. If the opponent doesn't use Martial Soul Avatar, Zhao Wuji will be consumed alive and turned into a mummy!"
"I don't believe that his Soul Power is endless!" Someone shouted unconvinced, "This style of play must have shortcomings! Otherwise, if he is promoted to Titled Douluo, wouldn't he be instantly invincible?"
Just kidding - even if it is the lowest level Titled Douluo, if you conjure a hundred of them, you can still kill the high level Titled Douluo.
One hundred is not enough? Then one thousand! Ten thousand!
Gather sand to form a tower, and gather water to form a river. As long as you can't use it to death, you will use it to death. It's a pure rogue style of play, without any sense.
Of course, this trick is not without solutions.
As long as you have the ability to block light, you can directly break the situation.
But it's a pity - Zhao Wuji doesn't have this ability.
So his ending was already nailed down from the moment the first clone appeared.
"No? Lingling, are you still a human being?"
Dugu Yan's almond-shaped eyes are wide open, and her small mouth is wide enough to fit an egg in.
"What a joke! Why did he agree so readily? It turns out he was just waiting here!"
When Fang Xuan first agreed to Zhao Wuji's fight, Dugu Yan thought this guy was crazy.
I've heard of leapfrog combat, but how about combating across two major levels?
That's a myth! That's a legend!
But in this scene, she even felt that if Fang Xuan were allowed to continue to consume like this, even an old monster like her grandfather would be brought down alive.
It was so unreasonable and completely subverted her entire understanding of the Soul Master battle.
This was also the first time she saw what it means to have insufficient strength and make up for it with numbers.
"Um... I'm not sure about Ah Xuan's Soul Skill effect either."
Ye Lingling said softly, but his eyes never left the figure on the stage.
She never inquires about Fang Xuan's personal affairs, especially about Soul Skill.
Because she didn't think it was necessary - after all, that guy's Soul Skill can be replaced at any time.
Who knows if it still looks like this today, but it will come out with a new set of moves tomorrow.
She only knew that when that man stood in the ring, she felt at ease.
This is also the first time Yu Tianheng has seen Fang Xuan take action in a real sense.
For other Soul Master battles, he can say "wonderful"; for Fang Xuan battles, he only wants to say - "awesome."
To be honest, he has never admired someone so much among his peers since he was a child.
Fang Xuan was the only one who made him fall to the ground.
While Dugu Yan and others were dumbfounded by Fang Xuan's fighting style, Ning Rongrong and others on the other side had faces as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Tang San's face was so gloomy that he could almost drip with water.
Even though this was not the first time he had seen Fang Xuan, he still couldn't find any way to break it.
The clones came like a tide, making his chest feel tight and almost breathless.
"Damn... how could there be such a rogue Soul Skill!"
Ning Rongrong The silver teeth are clenched, and the nails are almost embedded in the palms of the hands.
She was so angry that she was shaking all over. Looking at the dense "Fang Xuan" on the ring, the memory of being slapped on the face by the opponent at Suotuo City came back like a tide.
To this day, she occasionally wakes up in the middle of the night, feeling a burning pain in her cheeks - the mark of humiliation has not gone away.
"What a useless waste!" Ning Rongrong couldn't help but curse, "A Soul Saint can't do anything to a Soul King! If I had known better, I should have let Flender come in!"
At least Flender still has the advantage of flying and will not be pressed to the ground and rubbed like now.
Tang San Hearing this, a bitter arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he shook his head slowly.
"The defeat is certain."
In this situation, Zhao Wuji loses, it's just a matter of time.
Seeing such a terrifying side of Fang Xuan, Tang San's murderous intention became even more intense, almost burning through his chest.
As long as the other party is alive, he will have trouble sleeping and eating.
"Is it possible that... I can only ask my father to take action and kill him by force?"
Just as this idea came out of Tang San's mind, a deafening roar of a bear suddenly exploded on the ring -
Sixth Soul Skill: Vigorous Vajra Roar!
The black Soul Ring suddenly lit up, the dazzling light exploding like the scorching sun.
The terrifying sound wave centered on Zhao Wuji and spread wildly in all directions, and the air was torn out with ripples visible to the naked eye.
Immediately afterwards, the clones of Fang Xuan that were still fighting around him all froze, as if they had been given a body-holding spell, and stood frozen on the spot, unable to move.
Second Soul Skill: Vigorous Vajra Palm!
Soul Power rushed into the palm of his hand crazily, Zhao Wuji's eyes were red, and he slapped the nearest target with his palm!
The fierce palm wind wrapped around the mighty Soul Power and smashed it down - the clone exploded instantly and dissipated like smoke.
Immediately afterwards, he waved his palms like the wind, like a mad beast, frantically sweeping away the army of clones created by Fang Xuan.
We are about to break through the siege--
Fang Xuan moved.
This time, it's not just the clone that moves, but the main body as well.
His body shape is like Gui Mei, and he blends quietly into the overlapping groups of clones, making it impossible for Zhao Wuji to distinguish the authenticity.
"Cunning boy!" Zhao Wuji glared angrily and roared like thunder, "Let me see how you hide!"
Seventh Soul Skill: Martial Soul Avatar!
Zhao Wuji was completely torn apart.
All rules and agreements were thrown out of his mind.
All he wants now is to grind Fang Xuan into a pulp as quickly as possible - this is not only to complete the task, but also to defend his last bit of dignity as Soul Saint.
The dignified Soul Saint was treated like a monkey by a Soul King. If word of this spreads, he might as well die!
Even if you are accused of being dishonest, it is still 10,000 times worse than the humiliation you are experiencing now!
Seventh Soul Ring lights up, and the dazzling black light pours out like ink.
Zhao Wuji's body began to grow rapidly, its bones made a teeth-searing clicking sound, and its appearance gradually transformed from human to Mighty Vajra Bear.
But just halfway through the transformation--
An arc of electricity silently emerged from behind him.
Then, like a hot knife cutting through butter, a sharp sword penetrated his proud exterior defense without any hindrance.
The sharp sword edge wrapped around the Sisi arc, directly piercing through his entire right arm with a devastating force!
"Pfft--"
Blood splattered.
The pain swept over him like a tsunami, and Zhao Wuji's eyes instantly glazed over.
He lowered his head and looked at the sword tip piercing through his shoulder in disbelief, and his pupils shrank suddenly.
The main body was injured, Soul Skill was forcibly terminated, and the terrifying backlash force suddenly swallowed him up like a tide.
He only felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of hot blood spurted out from his mouth and fell on the ring, which was shocking.
"I didn't originally plan to do anything to you."
Fang Xuan A cold voice came from the side, as cold as the wind of the Nine Netherworld.
"After all, you are just a dog under their control - I have no interest in abusing dogs."
Zhao Wuji suddenly turned his head to look, his pupils shrinking suddenly.
At some point, Fang Xuan came behind him.
At this moment, the opponent's eyes were as cold as a knife, and the cold and murderous intention was almost condensed into substance. Zhao Wuji's heart felt hairy at the sight, a chill ran down his spine, and his clothes were instantly soaked in cold sweat.
An extreme sense of crisis filled his body, and every hair on his body was screaming a warning to him - run away! Run away!
But Fang Xuan didn't give him this chance.
Fourth Soul Skill: Mystic Spiked Poison Okra!
Soul Skill started up, and the golden light that originally shrouded Fang Xuan suddenly disappeared, replaced by a deeper and more eerie purple, like a poisonous snake spitting a letter.
The palm of his hand grasped the hilt of the sword tightly, and Soul Power with paralysis poison poured into Zhao Wuji's body along the edge of the sword.
The toxin spread incredibly fast, almost in just one breath, it spread throughout Zhao Wuji's body like a plague, completely paralyzing every inch of his muscles, and at the same time violently disrupting all Soul Power's circulation in his body.
Zhao Wuji was horrified to find that he was like a useless person, Soul Power could not move, and his limbs were completely out of control.
He opened his mouth, wanting to shout surrender, but there was only a weird whining sound in his throat, and he couldn't spit out a single word.
Fear spread crazily in his eyes.
He looked at Fang Xuan, his eyes full of pleading - like a wild dog wagging its tail begging for mercy.
But Fang Xuan ignored it.
Just listen--
"Tear--"
Lightning flashed, and the long sword sliced open the flesh, and blood splashed out along the edge of the sword, blooming into dazzling blood flowers on the ring.
Zhao Wuji's entire right arm was cut off by Fang Xuan's sword and hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound.
"I said it."
Fang Xuan stood up with his sword put away, looking down at Zhao Wuji who was lying limply on the ground, his voice was indifferent without any warmth.
"If a dog bites, all its teeth must be knocked out one by one."